Alicia's Revenge: Epilogue
It was a beautiful spring day in New York City. Bosco and Faith had taken the kids to the park.
Logan and Olivia were now four, and attending kindergarten. They were exceptionally bright children, according to their teacher, Miss Mapleton.
Faith and Bosco had never talked openly about the night of Alicia's death with anyone other than themselves. Faith knew that Bosco would have killed her anyway, but she was happy that Alicia attacked first. It, again, took Bosco months and months to get over the tragedy.
They had moved again, this time into Rose's old house in Queens. That spring, Bosco, with the help of his closest friends and his father, had redone the entire house, top to bottom. They gutted the entire inside and redid the outside. It now had four bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs and a playroom, den, office, kitchen and livingroom downstairs, including another full bath.
They had a lot to look forward to, considering that Faith was about to give birth anyday. It was early on that April morning, that Raymond made the journey over to watch his two grandchildren, while his son and daughter-in-law went to the hospital to bring another addition of the Boscorelli clan into this world.
At 3:40 p.m, on Sunday, April 18th, Owen Raymond Jackson Boscorelli arrived. They had named their second son after Ray, of course, and after Rose's maiden name, Jackson. It was a long name for a kid to handle, but then, it had history to it.
Raymond was overjoyed at the sentiment. He and Bosco had become very close in the months following Rose's death. It was something that neither one had ever expected, but were happy about, none the less.
Faith was grateful for all her blessings. She had a wonderful husband and three beautiful children. She couldn't ask for more.
On this day, Logan and Liv were playing on the swings, while Bosco, Faith and Owen sat on a nearby bench.
Faith took her digital camera out of her purse and snapped picture after picture of the twins and of Bosco holding two week old Owen in his arms.
Satisfied, she clicked the camera back to some of the pictures they had taken a long time ago. Their camera held up to three hundred images, and Faith hadn't taken the time to look at them for a while.
She slid through picture after picture, only stopping when she found one of Rose that had been taken almost two years ago. It was one of the last times she had come to a family event. She had dropped by for about ten minutes, and she was drunk, to top it all off. She was also a little mad because they hadn't invited her. It was at Logan and Olivia's 2nd birthday. Rose was standing at the front door, with Logan on one side and Olivia on the other.
" Oh, babe, I found a picture of your mother that I forgot about". she said, handing the camera over to him.
He looked at it, remembering the day well. Something wasn't right here. In his mind, memories started to swirl. He felt almost sick to his stomach. He looked at the picture again, trying to remember what it was that wasn't right.
He gave up and handed the camera back to her. " Don't lose that picture, ok?"
" Sure." Faith said, giving his arm a squeeze.
It wasn't until they got home that Bosco remembered what had been bothering him.
He went to the computer and transferred the pictures. He clicked on the one of his mother and enlarged it. He squinted his eyes to be sure, then he enlarged it again.
He printed it off and stared at it closely, sharp pains cutting into his chest so hard he almost couldn't breathe. The realization of what had happened was stunning.
The coat. It was the coat that she had on. It was green, with the initials MB sewn onto the arm. It was the same coat that Alicia had on the night he killed her.
" What the hell?"
To maybe be continued later on.....depends on all of you.
It was a beautiful spring day in New York City. Bosco and Faith had taken the kids to the park.
Logan and Olivia were now four, and attending kindergarten. They were exceptionally bright children, according to their teacher, Miss Mapleton.
Faith and Bosco had never talked openly about the night of Alicia's death with anyone other than themselves. Faith knew that Bosco would have killed her anyway, but she was happy that Alicia attacked first. It, again, took Bosco months and months to get over the tragedy.
They had moved again, this time into Rose's old house in Queens. That spring, Bosco, with the help of his closest friends and his father, had redone the entire house, top to bottom. They gutted the entire inside and redid the outside. It now had four bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs and a playroom, den, office, kitchen and livingroom downstairs, including another full bath.
They had a lot to look forward to, considering that Faith was about to give birth anyday. It was early on that April morning, that Raymond made the journey over to watch his two grandchildren, while his son and daughter-in-law went to the hospital to bring another addition of the Boscorelli clan into this world.
At 3:40 p.m, on Sunday, April 18th, Owen Raymond Jackson Boscorelli arrived. They had named their second son after Ray, of course, and after Rose's maiden name, Jackson. It was a long name for a kid to handle, but then, it had history to it.
Raymond was overjoyed at the sentiment. He and Bosco had become very close in the months following Rose's death. It was something that neither one had ever expected, but were happy about, none the less.
Faith was grateful for all her blessings. She had a wonderful husband and three beautiful children. She couldn't ask for more.
On this day, Logan and Liv were playing on the swings, while Bosco, Faith and Owen sat on a nearby bench.
Faith took her digital camera out of her purse and snapped picture after picture of the twins and of Bosco holding two week old Owen in his arms.
Satisfied, she clicked the camera back to some of the pictures they had taken a long time ago. Their camera held up to three hundred images, and Faith hadn't taken the time to look at them for a while.
She slid through picture after picture, only stopping when she found one of Rose that had been taken almost two years ago. It was one of the last times she had come to a family event. She had dropped by for about ten minutes, and she was drunk, to top it all off. She was also a little mad because they hadn't invited her. It was at Logan and Olivia's 2nd birthday. Rose was standing at the front door, with Logan on one side and Olivia on the other.
" Oh, babe, I found a picture of your mother that I forgot about". she said, handing the camera over to him.
He looked at it, remembering the day well. Something wasn't right here. In his mind, memories started to swirl. He felt almost sick to his stomach. He looked at the picture again, trying to remember what it was that wasn't right.
He gave up and handed the camera back to her. " Don't lose that picture, ok?"
" Sure." Faith said, giving his arm a squeeze.
It wasn't until they got home that Bosco remembered what had been bothering him.
He went to the computer and transferred the pictures. He clicked on the one of his mother and enlarged it. He squinted his eyes to be sure, then he enlarged it again.
He printed it off and stared at it closely, sharp pains cutting into his chest so hard he almost couldn't breathe. The realization of what had happened was stunning.
The coat. It was the coat that she had on. It was green, with the initials MB sewn onto the arm. It was the same coat that Alicia had on the night he killed her.
" What the hell?"
To maybe be continued later on.....depends on all of you.